I grope with my weak hands
Trying to stand with my feeble knees
Trying not to fall down on the road
For i am so burdened with a heavy load.
My tears dried up like a dying spring
My sweats flowed like a flowing stream
Leaving me like a barren land
No plants to grow, no fishes to swim.
In times of sorrows and distress
He reached out to comfort me
I understand and listen by my heart
Ere joy withered away from me.
When life is covered by thick cloud
When i traveled along the dark road
He sends his light to lead the way
When my soul worried and trembled
The voice within told be ‘not troubled’.
'Be still, in your hesitation to reach out to me,
I will reach out to you'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem